Where the Mountains Meet the Sea


There’s something different about the mountains. There’s a type of people that exists there that doesn’t or can’t exist anywhere else. Every time I find myself away from them for an extended period of time I realize how special they really are. I can spend months on the coast and no matter how hard I try I’m pulled back to the rugged wilderness. I need gentle reminders of this from time to time. My overall lust for life and adventure pulls me in so many directions it can become overwhelming and I start to veer off course.

There is a huge part of me that wants to dedicate a good amount of time to being on the coast, dialing in my surfing skills and getting to know the sea. On the other hand there is a part of me that really wants to become a woman of the mountains. Learning how to navigate the wilderness, how to climb mountains and rock walls, and how to explore some of the most remote and wild places on this Earth. 

This is why I find myself drawn to Oregon. It’s where heavily forested mountains come to meet the sea. I don’t need the bikini weather to enjoy the ocean. It’s easy and care free to jump in warm water. But I’ve always been drawn to suffer fests. I’ll agree to things that I know I’ll find misery in because I like to see how far I can push myself. I’ll admit, I’m kind of addicted to the high I ride once I come out the other side. Holding my purple hands in front of a car heater with a perma grin and a sense of contentment. 


It’s in these places that I’d really like to up my surfing skills and learn about the ocean. Out there in those cold harsh conditions are my kind of people. Something about being out in those kind of conditions levels the playing field and everyone out there are equals. Could I be romanticizing it? Possibly. There are assholes everywhere….but there’s a reason these places aren’t as crowded as their tropical counterparts and it’s not because of the quality of the waves. 

White Salmon river

White Salmon river

I want to live in a place where I can catch morning sets and afternoon class III’s. And so, once I get back all my ducks in a row I’ll be making my way out West this Winter. To see if Oregon is really the place for me…I have a good feeling about it.